He grinned like a fool when she swatted at him. "A few months," he explained. "I'm surprised you don't hate me. I'm not exactly a favorite around here," he said honestly. "How long have you been here?"
He knew he'd never been in this apartment before, but he couldn't remember if her unit was on the list of ones he didn't spray. He turned to watch her go for the china, and he moved as soon as she opened the cabinet. He came up behind her, and he reached for the cups, easily reaching past her shoulder, his arm brushing against her hair. "Let me."